"It smells really, really good," he said with a smile, "I feel like after just a few days of learning, Hanabi-chan is already so skilled at making Chinese stir-fried dishes."
After saying this, Uesugi Sakura picked up a piece of meat and ate it with white rice.
"As long as you like it, Sakura-kun." Hanamaru Hanabi flashed an adorable smile.
Ah, only with a wife can you taste this.
Uesugi Sakura thought about the discounted supermarket bento he had this morning, the cold dishes and rice, the cold, impersonal industrial line hamburger patty...
How could these compare to the dinner his wife lovingly made for him?
Can these even be called meals?
Uesugi Sakura no longer considered this as just appeasing hunger, but enjoying the blissful days of having a wife.
Hanamaru Hanabi saw him eating eagerly: "Sakura-kun, slow down."
"I can't, I won't get to eat this in the morning, I can only have it for this brief moment in the evening, I need to eat more!"
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